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  • #1
    Charles Bukowski
    “and when love came to us twice
    and lied to us twice
    we decided to never love again
    that was fair
    fair to us
    and fair to love itself.

    we ask for no mercy or no
    miracles;
    we are strong enough to live
    and to die and to
    kill flies,

    attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack,
    live on luck and skill,
    get alone, get alone often,
    and if you can't sleep alone
    be careful of the words you speak in your sleep;
    and
    ask for no mercy
    no miracles;

    and don't forget:
    time is meant to be wasted,
    love fails
    and death is useless.”
    Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
    tags: love

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until
    their death.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #4
    Charles Bukowski
    “When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “No wonder Van Gogh blasted his head off. Crows and sunlight. Idle zero. Zero eating your guts like an animal inside, letting you shit and fuck and blink your eyes, but nothing, a nothing.”
    Charles Bukowski, Screams from the Balcony

  • #7
    Charles Bukowski
    “So you want to be a writer


    if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
    in spite of everything,
    don’t do it.

    unless it comes unasked out of your
    heart and your mind and your mouth
    and your gut,
    don’t do it.

    if you have to sit for hours
    staring at your computer screen
    or hunched over your
    typewriter
    searching for words,
    don’t do it.

    if you’re doing it for money or
    fame,
    don’t do it.

    if you’re doing it because you want
    women in your bed,
    don’t do it.

    if you have to sit there and
    rewrite it again and again,
    don’t do it.

    if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
    don’t do it.

    if you’re trying to write like somebody
    else,
    forget about it.

    if you have to wait for it to roar out of
    you,
    then wait patiently.
    if it never does roar out of you,
    do something else.

    if you first have to read it to your wife
    or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
    or your parents or to anybody at all,
    you’re not ready.

    don’t be like so many writers,
    don’t be like so many thousands of
    people who call themselves writers,
    don’t be dull and boring and
    pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
    love.
    the libraries of the world have
    yawned themselves to
    sleep
    over your kind.
    don’t add to that.
    don’t do it.

    unless it comes out of
    your soul like a rocket,
    unless being still would
    drive you to madness or
    suicide or murder,
    don’t do it.

    unless the sun inside you is
    burning your gut,
    don’t do it.

    when it is truly time,
    and if you have been chosen,
    it will do it by
    itself and it will keep on doing it
    until you die or it dies in you.

    there is no other way.

    and there never was.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #8
    Charles Bukowski
    “the beautiful are found in the edge of a room
    crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
    and we can never understand why they
    left,they were so
    beautiful.

    they dont make it,
    the beautiful die young
    and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #9
    Charles Bukowski
    “and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense
    and are not easy to fool with laughter”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #10
    Charles Bukowski
    “As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #11
    Charles Bukowski
    “what you were
    will not happen again.
    the tigers have found me
    and I do not care.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “take a writer away from his typewriter
    and all you have left
    is
    the sickness
    which started him
    typing
    in the
    beginning”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #13
    Charles Bukowski
    “t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #14
    Charles Bukowski
    “the courage it took to get out of bed each
    morning
    to face the same things
    over and over
    was
    enormous.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #15
    Charles Bukowski
    “So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.”
    Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

  • #16
    Charles Bukowski
    “I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.
    No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.”
    Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

  • #17
    Charles Bukowski
    “You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive?

    I don't know. I'm already tired.”
    Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

  • #18
    Charles Bukowski
    “I can
    almost understand
    why
    people
    leap
    from
    bridges.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #19
    Charles Bukowski
    “There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. Dumb fuckers. Their minds are full of shit. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #20
    Charles Bukowski
    “there’s nothing to
    discuss
    there’s nothing to
    remember
    there’s nothing to
    forget

    it’s sad
    and
    it’s not
    sad

    seems the
    most sensible
    thing
    a person can
    do
    is
    sit
    with drink in
    hand
    as the walls
    wave
    their goodbye
    smiles

    one comes through
    it
    all
    with a certain
    amount of
    efficiency and
    bravery
    then
    leaves

    some accept
    the possibility of
    God
    to help them
    get
    through

    others
    take it
    staight on

    and to these

    I drink
    tonight.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.”
    Charles Bukowski, Pulp

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “I don't know if this is true to you but for me
    sometimes it gets so bad
    that anything else
    say like
    looking at a bird on an overhead
    power line
    seems as great as a Beethoven symphony.
    then you forget it and you're back
    again.”
    Charles Bukowski, Bone Palace Ballet

  • #23
    Charles Bukowski
    “You have to die a few times before you actually live.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #24
    Charles Bukowski
    “agony sometimes changes
    form
    but
    it never ceases for
    anybody.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #25
    Charles Bukowski
    “I am not like
    other people.
    I am
    burning in hell. the hell of
    myself.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #26
    Charles Bukowski
    “It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #27
    Charles Bukowski
    “I am a series of small victories and large defeats.”
    charles bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #28
    Charles Bukowski
    “Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.”
    Charles Bukowski, Factotum

  • #29
    Charles Bukowski
    “Let' em learn or let' em die”
    Charles Bukowski, Post Office

  • #30
    Charles Bukowski
    “not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems



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